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that mexican ot - manee lyrics

[intro]
(i’m going to rob’s house)
yeah
okay, let’s get it, uh+huh, let’s go
yeah
uh+huh, uh+huh, uh+huh, uh+huh, oh yeah, oh yeah

[verse 1]
i be coolin’ with my doctor sippin’ actavis out this yeti
walk around with somethin’ that’s real heavy
it’s gon’ cook his noodle pack into spaghetti
i’ll p+ss on a ho like kelly
put a baby in your mama belly
told the b+tch jump up and down
go and dance around, go ahead, try to impress me
b+tch, i’m from lone star
texas made, we built to go hard
racing with the laws, i be driftin’ in the mopar
billy and mandy, i’m rockin’ out mogar
go to war and knock a n+gga off like i was zohan
yeah, i’m on some southside sh+t, get crunk
we ’bout to rock out lit, uh+uh
i ain’t gon’ talk bout sh+t, uh+huh
i just push up to crop out sh+t
i be on the white girl like it’s hannah montana
i groove with gorillas, clips look like bananas
whеn i jump inside the ghost, i be lookin’ likе danny phantom shout out my k!llers that ride in atlanta
l don’t know why they can’t see that they can’t be ot
comin’ real clean, hit ’em with the beam
groove around wearin’ all blue, yellin’ gg
i’m a dirty bay baby, i’m knockin’ buddy off his feet
[interlude]
(ayo, is that that mexican ot?)

[verse 2]
ready for war, i don’t want no peace treaty
i’m deep in that water, i’ll drown ’em in fiji
your girl ain’t loyal, she givin’ out peach
she smashin’ the bros like mario, luigi
like some g+fazos, i’m stayin’ ten toes
roll ’em in a dutch, blow ’em down like some indo
creep down his block wit them glocks out the window
d+ck in the stick, jack it off, it’s a blitz, ho
groovin’ in the streets, in the big body like a lineman
pimpin’ on this thottie, she bust it down like a diamond
she like the way i’m rollin’ my tongue and the way i’m rhymin’
pretty ricky for the money, yeah, you know that i be grindin’
i got a bad shoulder from all of that kick+back
but i’m a soldier, so i made ’em get back
tip+toein’ in my jordans like riff raff
take his head off his body, collect it like a knickknack
i don’t wanna talk if it ain’t about mula
diamonds lookin’ like they came out the cooler
givin’ big head, her contact name medusa
had a pocket rocket, but i switched for a ruger
p+rnography with a bucket of chicken
i’m servin’ them tacos and they finger l!ckin’
money mitch, i’m what i’m gettin’
b+tch, i’m all ’bout my business
no cap, but i still rock a fitted

- that mexican ot lyrics

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